Текст песни Everybody Hates the Shit I Do - Jared Morris

Today a drop of semen
Tomorrow a pile of Ash
I sound like I look
Like I'm about to crash
My hands are made of briar
My heart is broken glass
Lets get down to business
I'm in it for the cash

The world is full of hazards
The drains are full of clogs
I'm here to discuss your hygiene
Not hear your monologues
The pigs are in the meadow
Pretending to be frogs
The devil's in the ghetto
Slow dancing with the fog

Eating broth made from a thorn bush
Bread made from cement
This is what we get
For being arrogant
There's monsters in the hallway
We're invisible to them
I was impressed the prison mess was so decadent

Everything I make
Is a waste of energy
Don't get caught up in my wake
It's an emergency
I'm trying to relate
But, I'm doing it poorly
You're more foreign to me now
Then you were ever meant to be

I dared a generation
To rob me of my soul
I'm not so sure I have one
But man, I'm on a roll
I've said ten thousand words
That will someday take a toll
How could I know the future
Would be so emotional?

I never had instructions
On how this should go
Amidst all this destruction
You'd think by now I'd know
Some day you'll find these songs and say
"Another one of those
That spent his life composing
And all his time alone"

Everybody hates the shit I do
Rip says the worms are too good for you
Maybe I'm not well adapted
Success depends upon being well crafted
If it were up to me, I'd never leave my room